Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.